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Lisa Lashes gets a little too festive... (pg. 3)
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| torontotrance |
| I'm not sure....it could be gu013 (well the 5 hrs of that) or some other one...not quite sure the exact date...neither are my friends....but it is talked about heavily. The story goes...sasha could not be found at the hotel by the club owner and they looked all over ibiza and found sasha drunk and high in a ditch in some roadside in Ibiza about 90 mins before hte set. If you read the gu013 notes, it leads you to believe it was gu013 (which did tear the roof off) |
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| Az |
| quote: | Originally posted by wwu.punisher
Sasha doesn't do that at every show, though. Anne Savage does. She's NEVER sober. She's NEVER professional. THAT is where the problem is. |
bull
I've seen her plenty of times sober and she's always been
and last time I saw lisa lashes she was playing mix CD's |
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| [N]űk|ęű[Z] |
| quote: | Originally posted by Az
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I've seen her plenty of times sober and she's always been
and last time I saw lisa lashes she was playing mix CD's |
yeah like shes the only DJ out there doing that... considering lashes is on about 2k a set [i think] and the likes of picotto getting like 10k or sumthing and still using CD's, i think this is rather irrelevant... unless you want to argue on wether it is right or wrong for a professional DJ to use CD's ... which by the way, i am 100% totally against.
in my opinion i think one factor where DJ's differ depends on the crowd theyre playing to. like sasha is world renowned for his set building and crowd flowing sets, but all this wouldnt be as great in the eyes of a clubber part of a slightly less celebratated, more undergroundish sorta scene. going back to the rave days i think it was more of a case of dropping tunes that a crowd would immediatly react to.. in a sense of being able to rock to as opposed to flowing with. granted theres a lot of mainstream/big name DJs out there with absolutely appauling mixing, yet remain to maintain there status.... i think a perfect example would be jeff mills... alright the guy frequents 3 decks... but dayam... he pulls off worse mixes than what i used to when i first got my decks, at times. end of the day i think how the DJ [hooever it may be] percieves themselves to be.. wether it be pioneer [cleancut like armin] or pure notorious for rockin crowds intoxicated or not [like john kelly] theyre all equally good in theyre own right for providing musical goodness, one way or another.
btw i should add... i have been drinking a little bit so im not sure if this makes sense to you.. or even me infact but i know what i mean =/ |
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| sleepydragon |
| most people who slag certain djs of have never even seen them live they should stop acting like narrow minded idiots towards other music genres |
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| dj_Vendetta |
| quote: | Originally posted by Wretched
I wish she'd OD and die already. |
What in the is wrong with you:conf: |
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| svens_bath |
| quote: | Originally posted by wwu.punisher
Sasha doesn't do that at every show, though. Anne Savage does. She's NEVER sober. She's NEVER professional. THAT is where the problem is. |
how do you know? :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
anyway folks dont beleive everything you read in Mixmag..it is essentially just a gossip magazine these days. Plenty of lies going around that publication. |
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| Roddy |
| quote: | Originally posted by THE_Chris
Anne Savage is one of the best mixers out there. Listen to her livesets. Its ing unbelievable the amount of stuff she can do during a breakdown. |
DL her set from Planet Love 2003, them tell me what ye think. |
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| DjLiMZ. |
| lol it doesnt take a genious to mix hardhouse it all sounds the same and has very few elements which makes hh mixing piss, im very sure almost every dj on the ta board could mix hh at the same standard as LL if not even better! |
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| sleepydragon |
| quote: | Originally posted by DjLiMZ.
lol it doesnt take a genious to mix hardhouse it all sounds the same and has very few elements which makes hh mixing piss, im very sure almost every dj on the ta board could mix hh at the same standard as LL if not even better! |
i doubt that u clearly havent listened to much hard house lately most of it now is not to far of being hard trance its not same as it was a few year back |
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| DjLiMZ. |
| Lol i totally disagree hardhouse is totall different from hardtrance it was years ago and still is today. |
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| sleepydragon |
| quote: | Originally posted by DjLiMZ.
Lol i totally disagree hardhouse is totall different from hardtrance it was years ago and still is today. |
its not totally different why is tidy style called uk hard trance then its elements of both hard trance and hard house in it u should listen to there latest releases to know what i mean |
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| Noctone |
Either none of you has GU013 (a ing crime if you don't), or none of you feel like typing up the liner notes. I have it, and I will, word for word (and typo for typo, heh).
| quote: | ALL it takes is a few simple notices at places like Café Mambo to fill the place; no glossy flyer, just a plain announcement: "DJ Sasha tomorrow." June 1999 and the queue for Space's opening party snakes through the car-park in the scorching midday sun. 3pm and in the club's cave-like interior a cosmopolitan dancefloor is lost in Sasha's liquid trance. There are German DJs out there, Argentinean trance-hippies and an Italian male stripper. There are lost American backpackers, British club babes, international transvestites and, somewhere in the throng, two Geordies - Global Underground supremos James and Andy - bouncing around like muppets with big cheesy grins. Quarter to four (or it 3pm? 11pm? 5am? - time disappears at Space) and Sasha drops the bass. There's rushing, screaming sound that climbs out of a breakbeat and flurries into a punishing kick drum. It sounds like it's about to take off. So do the crowd. You don't need to hear the jets that periodically wallop the terrace in here - Sasha's playing his own.
Between sets the search for a Sasha photo that included a moving passenger jet continues, with Sasha and James sat on the Space sign on the club's roof while photographer Dean hovers for a take-off. This could take some time, I'm musing, when - BAM! There's a roar of noise and massed shouting of: "it's a plane! James rolls backwards, military style, Sasha puts one arm in the air in salute and everyone screams as Dean reels off the shot.
Back on the roof patio, Sasha and Roseanne, who works for new club "Home", have had an idea. "Wouldn't it be great if you had trumpets in your shoes!" exclaims the Welsh superstar DJ. "Then we could all play tunes if we had a note each." He demonstrates, hopping through a little melody as if musical notes were inscribed on the concrete. Fortified by a bottle of Jaegermeister, Sasha then takes his turn in the box for set two, on the famous Space terrace, normally a haven for disco-house. He tears the place up with a fierce, groove-laden set and finishes with what would amount to a standing ovation, if the whole club wasn't already on its feet. Pepe, the "Grand Old Man" of Space, is standing behind, nodding his approval. Sasha drains the Jaegermeister, executes a quick stop - start on a razor-sharp percussion number, and holds it to acknowledge the salutes of a delirious crowd. Then with a vicious sneerhe kicks in another bassline to uproar. One more bassline becomes two as resident DJ Jonathan Ulysses, waiting to take over, stands behind him pointing and cheering. Jonathan doesn't mind waiting his turn: Sasha, he says, is a "legend".
You'll find the finest moments from those two sets on these two CD's. Sasha's triumphant Space carnival is a multu-coloured mix painted with brush strokes of spacey deep house, sleek trance, whirring breakbeat and chic, nasty numbers that bang their way into a five star trance mania. "It's got an up flavour, a summer flavour", Sasha explains later, back in the UK. "It really is a set. The first CD is deep, melodic house and builds up into a trance fest. The second side is darker. It pretty much sums up what I do as a DJ."
CD1 is for the terrace. It's a tantalizing phuture-phunk frenzy where Sasha weaves sunny dreams with an exclusive, sci-fi symphony that knows where the party is, but isn't going to tell every Tom, Dick or Harry about it. Just you and a couple of your mates, okay? And a couple of thousand tanned clubbers here at Space. Tracks like the glossy future house of Raff N' Freddy's 'Deep Progressive' building a ladder through the pulsing Breeder mix of Orbital's 'Nothing Left' to the driving progressive trance of Sander Kleinenberg's 'My Lexicon'. CD2 is an intense, harder mix for the Space interior as Sashja melts the murky breakbeats, twists and turns of BT's breakbeat 'Fibonacci Sequence' into sizzling rhythms and hammerhead trance. Acquila's 'Dreamstates', trippily remixed by Frankfurt trance legend Oliver Lieb; the rollicking Quivver remix of BT's 'Mercury And Solace'; plus Bluefish's fluttering 'One'. And for a finale, the percussive splendour of 'Heaven Scent', from occasional partner-in-crime, John Digweed.
Back at Space, Sasha has finished his second set. He is surrounded at the pool table by girls he knows, and some he doesn't. Claire Manumission, celebrating a birthday, is about and the fellow foot trumpeters, are there too. It's time for Sasha's party trick. He puts a billiard ball in his mouth, spits it out so it bounces down his arm into his fist, necks the glass of Jaegermeister in one go, flips both glass and ball over his shoulder, and throws a pose. Ta-da! He then proceeds to roll under the billiard table, being prodded by pool queues, before springing off. Elsewhere Stephanie, his American publicist (an Ibiza and more importantly a Space Virgin), flown in specially for the occasion and has disappeared on a long and confused journey.
Neither Stephanie nor Sasha make it back to Pepe's villa, where they're staying. Steph eventually finds her way to James and Andy's room, where she joins mad girls from Sunderland in trying to sleep through Andy's seal-like snoring. The next morning Space's German manager Fritz phones and his mock - alarm can be heard all over the hotel: "VERE IZ MY DEE-JAY?" "What about the Global Underground banners?" mumbles James sleepily into the receiver: "NEVER MIND THE BANNERS?" thunders Fritz. "VERR IZ MY DEE-JAY?"
The Fat Lads try to compete of course. At café Mambo the next night they cause their own brand of mayhem. James threatens to play congas and Andy discusses the South African rand. Deano from Freedom gets a round of applause for his Stephen Hawkin impression. Barman Andy comes out to interrupt a three way Stephen Hawkin singalong (it's getting like Who's Line Is It Anyway? meets Trainspotting) with a plunger held to his forehead, rubber bell-end out, doing a Dalek impression. Not to be outdone, James sticks the rubber end to his gleaming bonce. "That's just been down the toilet," screams the bartender. James spends the rest of the evening with a new nickname "head." Even TV George breaks loose - wowing a hotel after-party with a belly dancing routine learnt from an ex-girlfriend who performed at Turkish weddings and circumcision parties in Berlin. He's a dark horse, that George.
But their exploits, for once, are eclipsed by Sasha, and not just for this exceptional mix. Last seen at Bora Bora, by James who was wearing a crash helmet at the time. By the time Fritz's alarm call comes, Sasha still hasn't reappeared. Sasha phones at 2pm, having woken up in a ditch beside the famous beach disco. A true DJ to the last, he's lost everything except his Maharishi, combats, a couple of tapes of his set- and the Jaegermeister. We recommend that you enjoy this CD, however, in the comfort of your own home.
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